Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.